The boss is dying.
The guild was created in a daze.
Adhering to the principle of doing things seriously and thoroughly, Qianchen diligently wandered around Hongqiao, recruiting people everywhere.
Seeing Qianchen's determination, the sworn brothers also came to help recruit people.
The good times didn't last long; not long after, Qianchen was on the verge of death due to overwork.
Qian Chen lay on the gang's simple wooden bed, his face as pale as paper, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, and his breathing so weak it seemed as if it might dissipate in the wind at any moment.
Old Lin stood by the bed, his throat bobbing, but he couldn't utter a single word.
When Lao Ba rushed in, he brought with him a gust of chaotic wind.
She rushed to the bedside, her fingers trembling slightly, and gently patted Qianchen's cheek.
"Boss, wake up..."
"Stop filming."
Old Qing grabbed Old Ba's wrist, his brows furrowed.
"If you keep hitting him, he won't even wake up; you'll scatter his soul first."
The room became eerily quiet for a moment.
The occasional sounds of laughter and chatter from gang members drifted in from outside the window, making the small space seem even more desolate.
Old Lin suddenly spoke, his voice low but firm.
There's something in the wild called a cockroach.
"Xiaoqiang?"
Lao Ba suddenly looked up, his eyes shining brightly.
"Can it save the boss?"
Legend has it that its heart's blood can cure all diseases.
Old Lin nodded. "We have to go find it right away."
Without saying a word, Lao Ba grabbed Lao Qing and rushed outside.
"Then what are we waiting for! Let's go!"
Old Qing stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the bed.
"The boss can't be left alone."
Just then, Qianchen's fingers twitched slightly.
He struggled to raise his hand, gave a thumbs-up, and managed a weak smile.
"...Go ahead, I can handle it."
His voice was as soft as a falling leaf, yet it brought tears to the eyes of the three of them.
Deep in the jungle, the branches and leaves blocked out the sun, and even the wind couldn't get in.
Old Eight walked at the front, his arms scratched by thorns, but he was oblivious, just kept pushing forward.
"This godforsaken place doesn't even have a road!"
Old Qing followed silently behind, his gaze sweeping over every inch of shadow like a hawk's, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the dagger at his waist.
Old Lin was at the back, his heart pounding like a drum.
He dared not think about what would happen if they couldn't find Xiaoqiang, or if the boss couldn't hold on...
Suddenly, Lao Ba stopped abruptly, his voice hushed. "Look!"
Deep within the bushes, a faint light flickered, like a firefly, or a star fallen to earth.
The three exchanged a glance, held their breath in unison, and walked towards the light.
Pushing aside the dense bushes, the sight before us made us hold our breath instantly.
A pure white peacock stands quietly in a hazy white mist, like an elf that has stepped out of a fairyland.
Its feathers are as white as snow, each one shimmering with a soft luster.
Its most striking feature is its eyes, which resemble two deep blue sapphires, exuding a mysterious and noble aura.
The peacock's posture is elegant and composed, neither inviolable nor lacking in gentleness.
Lao Ba stood to the side, unable to help but sigh softly.
"Wow, a peacock! That's a rare sight! It's a pity it's not colorful, otherwise the boss would definitely love it."
Old Lin, however, was not in the mood to listen to Lao Ba's lament; he was preoccupied with how to take the peacock back to show the eldest brother.
So, Lao Lin quietly circled around behind the peacock, held his breath, slowly approached, and tried to grab it.
However, just as he reached out, the peacock suddenly turned its head, its sapphire-like eyes staring straight at Old Lin, as if it could see through his thoughts.
The next second, the peacock suddenly spread its wings and gracefully flew into the air.
Old Lin stood there, stunned, watching as it circled in mid-air once before slowly landing.
However, the moment it landed, the snow-white peacock transformed into a man dressed in flowing white robes.
He stood tall and straight, dressed in white, his robes fluttering gently in the wind, like an immortal who had stepped out of a painting.
His face was cold and handsome, with exquisite features and a cool and aloof aura in his eyes.
He stood there, and it was as if even the air around him had become a bit colder.
Lao Ba's eyes widened.
"What...what's going on? The peacock has turned into a human?"
"Hello, do you know where Xiaoqiang is?"
Old Qing didn't notice their subtle actions and politely asked.
He replied calmly.
"Xiao Qiang? I might know him. It might take you a while to get here with me."
"There's a small river ahead. You can rest for a bit before fighting Xiaoqiang."
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